I have this dream. Actually, it’s more of a daydream. About dying.
I’m lying in bed with clean sheets pulled up around my neck. Sunshine is coming in through the window, splashing my gray head and stubbly chin.
I’m wearing a comfortable pair of boxer shorts.
I can hear the sound of a train in the distance … and a marching band. I open my eyes and Jesus is standing right there beside me. He smiles and takes my hand.
“Ready?” he says.
“Ready.” I say.
“Well then, come on. Let’s go up to the mountain of the LORD.”
And we go up, full of energy and hope. Hand-in-hand, we go up … together.
Sun streaming through the
window, my carpet is warm
enough for bare feet.
~ Matthew Quick in Sorta Like a Rock Star